#Dark!George Weasley

[gracesmusings4adults]

Thinking about starting a Dark!Harry Potter Series. I’m down to expand the universe but I think I’ll start with Dark!George Weasley x Reader x Dark!Fred Weasley

It will start with George and the reader. Fred walks in on “accident”. Except that accident keeps repeating itself.

Soon enough the reader can’t get the other Weasley brother out of her head. But lucky for her the twins are both willing to give her whatever she wants and more.

It will contain dark themes.

Is there any interest? 👀😅

[ellswritings]

About Time

Harry Potter x Gryffindor!Reader

TW: Harry being jealous, Y/N is really ‘that girl,’ fluff.

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The announcement of the Yule Ball sent the Hogwarts student body into a frenzy. Professor McGonagall’s proclamation during breakfast was met with gasps, whispers, and cheers. Even the more reserved Ravenclaws exchanged eager glances over their plates.

“Now remember,” McGonagall said, her tone stern as she surveyed the Hall, “this is a formal event. Dress robes will be required, and students are expected to conduct themselves with decorum.”

A chorus of whispers erupted across the Great Hall. Y/N L/N, sitting with Ron, Hermione, and Harry at the Gryffindor table, raised her brows.

“Formal event, huh? Hope you boys have your frilly dress robes ready,” she teased, nudging Harry’s arm.

Harry smirked. “I don’t even know how to dance.”

“Figures,” she quipped, leaning closer with a mischievous glint. “Can’t wait to see you step on someone's toes all night.”

Ron groaned, ignoring their banter. “I just hope my mum didn’t send me anything embarrassing.”

“You’ll look like a prince, I’m sure,” Y/N teased, before turning to Hermione. “What about you? Got anyone in mind to ask you yet?”

Hermione flushed but quickly steered the conversation away. “The Ball is meant to unite the schools. You might want to think about representing Gryffindor without making a scene.”

Y/N put a hand to her chest, feigning offense. “Me? Make a scene? When have I ever—”

“Don’t answer that,” Harry interjected quickly, earning a grin from her.

It was moments like this—lighthearted and filled with their easy camaraderie—that made Y/N’s dynamic with Harry so unique. Their teasing often bordered on flirtation, though neither would ever admit it.

The moment McGonagall’s announcement ended, Y/N became a focal point for Yule Ball chatter, much to her bemusement. Boys seemed to appear out of nowhere, all vying for her attention.

Seamus Finnigan caught her in the common room first. “Y/N,” he said, bowing dramatically, “let me take you to the Yule Ball and save everyone else the heartache.”

She laughed, patting his cheek. “Nice try, Seamus, but I’ll have to pass.”

“I’m crushed,” he said, clutching his chest theatrically before retreating with a grin.

Later, Michael Corner stopped her outside Charms, stammering through his request. “Y-Y/N, I was wondering if maybe you’d, uh, go to the Ball with me?”

Y/N smiled kindly. “Michael, that’s sweet of you, but I’ve already got someone in mind.”

“Oh,” he mumbled, cheeks burning as he scurried away.

But the real kicker came when Viktor Krum approached her after lunch one afternoon. His imposing figure seemed to create a vacuum of silence as students watched the Durmstrang champion approach her.

“Y/N,” he said, his thick accent wrapping around her name. “I vould like to take you to the Yule Ball.”

She tilted her head, surprised but not flustered. “That’s quite the offer, Viktor. Why me?”

“You are... strong. Confident,” he said simply. “And very beautiful.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she replied, smirking. “But I’m afraid I have to say no.”

Krum looked genuinely surprised. “You do not vant to go?”

“I’m flattered,” she said sincerely. “But I’ve got my eyes on someone else.”

Viktor nodded respectfully. “You are honest. I admire that.”

​​Harry’s jealousy simmered for days. He couldn’t help but notice how Y/N seemed to glide through the chaos, turning down every suitor with grace and humor. It was maddening, especially since he couldn’t summon the courage to ask her himself.

“What’s stopping you?” Hermione asked one evening in the common room after he’d spent several minutes glaring at Cedric Diggory, who had been talking to Y/N outside.

“She’s got better options,” Harry mumbled.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Harry. If she wanted to go with Krum or Diggory, she would have said yes already.”

Ron chimed in, his mouth full of Chocolate Frogs. “Yeah, but what if she says no? Imagine the embarrassment.”

“Helpful, Ron,” Hermione snapped before turning to Harry. “You won’t know unless you try.”

As the days went on, The Chosen One wasn’t sure when it started, but he couldn’t seem to look away when Y/N entered the room. It was almost painful to watch her interact with others, especially when those others seemed to linger too long or laugh a little too hard at her jokes.

Take breakfast, for example. She was laughing at something George Weasley had said, and her laughter drew half the Great Hall’s attention. George smirked, leaning in conspiratorially. Whatever he said next made her snort, her hand lightly smacking his shoulder.

Harry frowned into his porridge. “What’s so funny?”

Ron looked up from his plate. “What?”

“Over there,” Harry said, nodding toward the Weasley twins and Y/N.

Ron shrugged. “Dunno. George probably made some ridiculous joke about Blast-Ended Skrewts. Why?”

“No reason,” Harry muttered, stabbing at his food.

Hermione, ever observant, arched a brow. “You know, for someone who doesn’t care, you’re awfully focused on her.”

Harry glared. “I’m not focused. She’s just… loud.”

“Oh, yes, it’s definitely her volume that has you glowering like a thundercloud,” Hermione said dryly.

A week before the Ball, Y/N found herself heading to the library to escape the endless string of admirers. The quiet sanctuary of the shelves was a welcome reprieve until she spotted none other than Harry Potter, buried in a book that he looked thoroughly uninterested in.

“Since when do you study this hard?” she teased, dropping into the seat across from him.

Harry jumped, nearly knocking his inkpot over. “I could ask you the same. Don’t you have another suitor to fend off?”

“Not at the moment,” she said with a smirk. “Figured I’d hide out for a bit.”

“Hide?” he asked, furrowing his brow.

“Yeah, you know, to avoid the inevitable ‘Y/N, please go to the Ball with me’ speech from yet another poor soul.”

Harry tried to smile, but it came out strained. “Sounds... exhausting.”

“It is,” she replied with a sigh, leaning back in her chair. “So, what are you doing here?”

“Trying to figure out how to dance without looking like an idiot,” he muttered, his cheeks turning pink.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “Harry, you’ve faced trolls, Dementors, and a giant snake. Surely, a little dancing isn’t going to kill you.”

“It might if I step on someone’s foot,” he quipped, finally cracking a genuine smile.

Y/N tilted her head, studying him. “You know, you don’t have to be perfect at everything. Just... have fun with it.”

“I’ll try,” he said, though his tone was doubtful.

“Well,” she said, standing and grabbing his hand, “no time like the present.”

“What?” Harry stammered as she pulled him into the open space between the shelves.

“Let’s practice,” she said, placing one of his hands on her waist and holding the other. “It’s not that hard. Just follow my lead.”

Harry’s heart was racing as he tried to focus on her instructions. But it was difficult to think straight with Y/N so close, her laugh filling the quiet library as she teased him for his clumsiness.

“See? You’re getting the hang of it,” she said after a few minutes.

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered, looking everywhere but at her.

She stopped, her eyes narrowing. “Alright, Potter. What’s going on with you? You’ve been acting weird lately.”

“I’m fine,” he said quickly.

“You’re a terrible liar,” she replied, crossing her arms. “Is this about the Ball?”

Harry hesitated, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find the words.

Before he could respond, Madam Pince appeared, glaring at them. “No dancing in the library!”

Y/N grabbed Harry’s arm, pulling him toward the exit with a laugh. “Guess we’ll have to finish this later.”

Harry’s anger ended up reaching new heights when he stumbled upon Y/N and Cedric in the courtyard. They were standing under a tree, laughing about something Harry couldn’t hear. He hesitated behind a pillar, close enough to see but far enough to avoid being noticed.

“So,” Cedric said, leaning casually against the trunk, “are you always this difficult to impress, or am I just unlucky?”

Y/N smirked. “I have high standards. You’re doing alright so far, though.”

Cedric placed a hand over his chest in mock relief. “Good to know. I was worried I’d have to resort to reciting sonnets.”

“Oh, please,” Y/N teased, crossing her arms. “You don’t strike me as the poetry type.”

Cedric feigned offense. “And what type am I, then?”

“The charming Quidditch star who thinks his smile is enough to get by,” she said, though her tone was playful.

“Well,” Cedric replied, grinning, “is it working?”

Y/N laughed. “Maybe a little.”

“Enough to get a yes to the Yule Ball?” Cedric asked, his tone shifting to something more sincere.

Y/N hesitated, her smile softening. “Cedric, you’re sweet. And honestly, if I didn’t already have someone in mind, I’d probably say yes.”

Cedric tilted his head, a curious look in his eyes. “Someone in mind, huh? Lucky bloke. Should I be worried?”

She shook her head. “Not at all. But thank you for asking—it means a lot.”

Harry, still hidden, felt his stomach churn. She had someone in mind? Was it someone else he didn’t know about?

The revelation haunted Harry for the rest of the day. Who could she mean? George? Fred? Or someone else entirely?

By the time they reached the common room that evening, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. “So,” he began, trying to sound casual, “you’ve been spending a lot of time with Cedric lately.”

Y/N looked up from her Charms textbook, clearly amused. “Not really. Why?”

“No reason,” Harry said quickly, though his tone betrayed him.

Hermione groaned, setting down her quill. “Oh, for goodness’ sake, Harry. Just ask her already!”

“Ask me what?” Y/N asked, her brows knitting together.

Harry’s face turned crimson. “Nothing. Forget it.”

For the next few days, Harry avoided her entirely. Y/N noticed immediately, her confusion growing with each passing hour. By the time Defense Against the Dark Arts rolled around, she’d had enough.

When Harry excused himself to the bathroom mid-class, Y/N followed, cornering him just as he passed an empty broom closet.

“Inside,” she said, tugging him by the sleeve before he could protest.

“Y/N, what are you—”

“Shut it,” she snapped, closing the door behind them. “What is going on with you?”

“Nothing,” he said too quickly, avoiding her gaze.

“Don’t lie to me, Potter,” she said, crossing her arms. “You’ve been acting weird ever since—oh.” Her eyes narrowed. “This is about Cedric, isn’t it?”

Harry’s jaw clenched. “It’s not—”

“Don’t bother denying it,” she cut him off. “What, are you jealous?”

Harry’s eyes flashed. “Why would I be jealous? You’ve been flirting with half the school.”

Her brows shot up. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he said, his voice rising. “Every guy in Hogwarts and Durmstrang is lining up to ask you, and you just—just laugh and smile like it’s nothing.”

“It is nothing!” she shouted back. “I turned all of them down, Harry! Including Cedric.”

Harry froze. “You... did?”

“Yes,” she said, her tone softer now but still firm. “Because there’s only one person I want to go with.”

“Who?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

She stared at him for a long moment before stepping closer. “You, you idiot.”

Harry’s heart stuttered in his chest. “Me?”

“Obviously,” she said, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “Now, are you going to ask me, or do I have to keep turning people down?”

Swallowing his nerves, Harry met her gaze. “Y/N, will you go to the Yule Ball with me?”

Her smile widened. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Before he could process what was happening, she leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that was both gentle and electric. When they pulled apart, Harry couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his face.

“About time,” she teased, tugging him out of the closet. “Now let’s get back to class before anyone notices we’re gone.”

The Yule Ball ended up being magical, but for Harry, the real highlight was dancing with Y/N under the enchanted ceiling, knowing they’d both found exactly what they were looking for.

[blac-ivy]

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[epiph-annie]

ℑ 𝔖𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔪𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔄𝔪 𝔘𝔭 𝔗𝔬 𝔑𝔬 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔡.

[morsmordream]

“a-at least you both h-have brothers here, to protect you…” neville trailed off, almost longingly.

ron scoffed, looking at aleksander as if their friend had lost the plot completely.

“neville, neville, neville,” he said, “do you truly think that fred and george prewett are going to come rushing to my aid? do you think for a single moment that hari black is in aleksander potter’s corner just because they share blood? if we were in slytherin, maybe, but not now.”

neville frowned, “b-but aleks’ brother has been watching since we entered the great hall, s-still is. even t-though he’s gryffindor.”

aleksander braved a brief glance over at the slytherin table, desperate for neville’s words to ring true. the brothers’ eyes met, from opposite ends of the hall, and hari offered a tiny nod- truly, a blink and you miss it moment.

aleksander thought that was rather the point. it always was with hari. he cared about him in his own way, but he had a reputation to uphold. he cared for his other family, the blacks and the lestranges, and his slytherin friends publicly. any more than that was too much of a weakness to bare.

but aleksander knew, as truly as he knew his own name, that hari black would protect him. maybe in a dubiously legal and secretive way, but he would all the same.

as hari smirked, no doubt biting out something scathing and sarcastic and utterly inappropriately hilarious towards dante zabini that had cassius warrington looking scandalised, with george prewett’s arm thrown loosely round his shoulders as he and his twin cackled, aleksander felt something drift onto his lap.

making a brief glance down, he smiled at the little slip of parchment, recognising his brother’s impeccable loopy handwriting.

give the lions hell for me, słoneczko

yes, aleksander thought, hari was most certainly in his corner in his own slytherin little way.

or:

a little drabble inspired by an idea i had wherein hari black, formerly potter (rough history there), is the older brother of the boy who lived, aleksander potter.

[xoxothesubwayfugitive]

this sweet oneshot about the Weasley family after the War is actually one of my favorite things I've ever written and I feel like it gets so lost in all my Malfoy smut lol so here's a bite of it -

Rosy

Ginny made herself a cup of tea in the quiet kitchen, enjoying the peace and happiness that seemed to be flowing through the house. But the still didn't last too long; soon, through the window over the sink, she saw two small children crest the hill, followed by Charlie, who was holding two tiny broomsticks along with his own. Fred and Roxanne were holding hands as they tripped along; they were impossibly sweet children who were affectionate with everyone, and Ginny was looking forward to seeing them. But then, before they could reach the house, she heard the fire flare and George groan. "I was almost asleep, too. You've got to be more considerate, mate." "Sorry, but I heard something important was happening here." That was Harry's voice, and Ginny put her tea down to go meet him. "Just another Weasley kid. Nothing special," George said, and as Ginny entered the living room he rolled over, pressing his face against the back of the sofa. "Get him out of here, Gin. No one respects my space." "Come on then," she said, taking Harry's hand. "Let's leave Grandpa alone." She drew him back towards the kitchen, but he resisted, pulling against her and moving to the stairs. "Can't we go see the baby?" he asked, almost pleading. "No," she said, firm as she won out the battle and took him through the kitchen door. "Percy's up there and he's probably crying his eyes out, so we don't want to overwhelm them. Why don't you eat something? And you could change if you want, I'm sure there are plenty of spare robes about." He was still in his work clothes, having just finished a night of raids, and he was looking a little dusty and worse for the wear. "Food first, I suppose. And then I'm going to go upstairs and toss Percy out. They're my best friends." "Yes, I know," she said, soothing him in a false voice as she put together some food her mother had left warming in the oven. His grumpy demeanor lessened as he worked his way through a hearty plate of breakfast, and he asked after the rest of the family. "Mum and Dad are out buying up baby things, and Bill and Fleur just came for a bit yesterday, I gather. They probably didn't want to bring the whole gaggle and couldn't stay long. Charlie's playing with Fred and Roxanne in the garden. And Percy's brought the girls, as I said. He can't stay away apparently." Harry took all this in as he mopped up egg yolks with his toast. "And when are you going to tell all these Weasleys our news?" "Honestly, you always say that as if I'm not a Weasley. And as if you aren't practically one yourself." Harry smiled at that, still focusing on his plate. "I know. I just kind of like the sound of it. But you're evading the question." Ginny blushed and braced herself against the sink with her back to him. She heard his chair scrape back and then he was behind her, arms wrapped around her waist. That felt nice, and she smiled as he nuzzled against her neck. "It's kind of nice to have it for just us," she whispered. "It's special." "It is," he agreed. "Very special. But you won't be able to keep a secret much longer, love. And I think they'd like to know." "They'd love to know," she said. "That's the problem. We'll have to answer a thousand questions and then we'll never have peace again." "Oh, peace. It's overrated. I've never had much, and I'm not any worse for the wear." "You're right, I know you are. We can tell them all at dinner." "Only if you want to." "I do."

[shadowqueenjude]

Now that I think about it, almost all of the fictional male characters I've gravitated to have had dark brown/black eyes. My own boyfriend has dark brown eyes. I have a type. :)

[gracesmusings4adults]

Two Devils and an Angel part 2

Dark!George Weasley x Reader x Dark!Fred Weasley

18+ dark themes, dub con, yadere themes, no incest, no Y/N, female mc

Part 1 here

I'm back! Trying to get back into writing. Please leave requests! (I'm taking anything!)

I awake in my own room, my legs empty and sore. My face heats, as I recall what I had attempted to last night. Would George ever for give me? Oh my god, what if he told Fred...

No, George would not do that to me.

What if? -- I stop the thought before it can form, my hand was already sliding down to my underwear. George never believed in pajamas. Last night he must have gotten me dressed, taken me to my down, and undressed me again. It's Saturday, so he had to leave early this morning for Quidditch practice.

I would have time...it would be so easy...so tempting. My back arches as my fingers create a lazy circle. I close my eyes, imagining George and then my imagination goes further, Fred joins in. I squirm as they both touch me in my mind. "Please," I beg, my fingers moving faster, "Fred, please. George!" I scream as my belly tightens.

My legs lift off of the bed as my body shakes. "Naughty, Naughty," a voice tisks. I scream, my legs slam together and I curl into a ball on top of my sweaty sheets. I blink my eyes, to see through the shadows of my room.

"George?" I ask hesitantly, but I can already since that that assumption is wrong. The dark figure shakes his head. "Fred, what are you doing?" He steps towards my bed. "You should be at Quidditch-" His piercing gaze guts me off. I feel overly exposed but also comfortable. Fred is Fred. He's safe. I'm safe. He wouldn't... no I am safe.

"I told George I would get you back to your room safely."

I gulp.

"I know that you don't really like to sleep in pajamas, so I took the liberty of making you comfortable," he circles the bed, like a lioness stalking her prey. "I stayed because I got a little distracted..." his hand runs up my thigh. Another hand tugs at my ankle, demanding that I loosen up my hold on my legs. "You are so intoxicating," he breathes into my ear. "My sweet, sweet Angel..." He chuckles darkly as my thighs react to his dangerous touch.

"Fred, please, stop. We can't," I gasp but I make no move to stop him. Instead, my body betrays me and does the exact opposite. I invite him to continue by opening my legs further and leaning my head back until it hits my headboard.

"Oh sweet angel, you know you want this," a finger slides along my moist folds. "I have heard you for over a fortnight. Your desires for me have only increased." He plunges his middle finger into me. My back arches off of the bed.

How does he know that? How did George know that I had said Fred's name, in the privacy of my own room? My thoughts are cut off when Fred pulls his hand away from me a sucks his wet finger like the most delicious lollipop he had ever tasted.

His moan, sends me into a state of dumbification. My eyes glaze over in a heated lust. I barely register that Fred is freeing himself from his trousers. He tugs at his length a few times, making more lewd noises that has me whimpering like a whore, and then finally he moves towards me.

"I've been wanting to do this for so long angel." Fred grins. He rubs his head over my abused lower lips. "Eyes on me," he grabs my chin and forces me to watch. My belly coils. The pink tip kisses my lips, grazing, teasing. "Freddy, please." I squirm. He pushes forward slightly, but not near enough. I sigh when he leans forward to kiss me.

He juts his hips forward but instead of going in me, he slides up. I twist my face in annoyance. "My sweet sweet little angel. Who is going to tell George, that his precious thing has fallen from grace?" Fred mocks. His length ruts against me, hitting me in just the right spot, but it's not enough.

I whimper against his imposing frame. "Fred, please," I cry. "Look at me," he commands.

"My beautiful fallen Angel." I drown in his eyes as he enters me.

[nymphastoriasblog]

i don’t write since 2022 and I was wondering if I should start to write again, since still today some posts of mine get likes and stuff, and I want to organize my masterlist as well, but folks, I went through the kind of stuff I used to write back then… terribly awful. I wish I could just erase it from my memories but I guess my past moldes who I am today

[bluebugsy]

The Unfair Heart ❤️

This is my very long series that l've nearly finished! I've noticed more people are discovering it so I thought l'd post the best way to enjoy and read it!

If you have any questions let me know!

[everythingandnothingfromme]

Just some random things…

[callmesel]

I just keep having this idea of an AU related to Fred's dead but it involve Percy becoming a bit crazy and George paranoid, or the other way around, I haven't think of that and I'm not that great at explaining things so I'm going to try.

The AU idea is that Percy tries to save Fred but fails. George is there the exact time to see how they were laughing from Percy's joke and he sees the wall that is about to fell so he tries to warn them.

Now, Percy and Fred are under all that shit and they are highly injured. Percy's sight is blurred but he catch a small light next to him and the he faints. George sees all of this, of course, and he runs towards them but he stops because Fred souls just go out of his body and became sort of a ghost?? but not fully.

They treat Percy's injury and he is stable, but only after a few weeks after the war. George can see Fred's spirit and he even talks go him but he starts to thing to it his his imagination because only him seems to see him. (Percy was still unconscious during that time) So he does not talk about it to anyone and ignores Fred.

When Percy wakes up he is been told that Fred dies so he is very sad and goes crying to his gravestone. There he sees George screaming to someone, and looks very annoyed. Of course, Percy knows that George has to be devastated by his twin's death and goes to tell who ever is bothering him to back off but he freezes 'cause Fred's spirit or ghost so he screams from surprise.

After a lot of talking and investigating the three of them comes to the conclusion that Fred is in fact not fully death but in a limbo (because Percy has being reading a lot about death an dark magic during the war too) . He's might not be death but he, as a person, is. In going to try to explaining better (with my not English speaker English). He is kind of alive but can't remember a lot of his past, he is like a memories of the person he was. He obviously knows the essentials like, Who are his family and his name and age but not much about his personality or feelings about a lot of the people he used to love. That breaks George's heart a little and Fred is sad but can't do anything about it.

Then Percy suddenly remembers and ancient spell and potion that can make Lost souls into a full Ghost with memories an all, but that doesn't always work because that might send their souls back to heaven or hell. George said to do it, even if they can be with him as a ghost, at least he wants his brother to rest in peace.

With that decided they go and search for the ingredients for the potion but for that they have to know the spells that summons the paper with the ingredients (or something like that) because playing God it's not something you want people to be able to do. George ask Percy where they find that spell but Percy says that he found about that legend ('cause it is a legend) in a really dark magic book that he had to hide it during the war 'cause he was afraid that the ministry discovers It and keeps it for themself. But of course, he does not remember where exactly it is because he used a spell to do it for him but thankfully past Percy was really paranoid with all the ministry stuff, he created a list with instructions of how to find itthat is keep in his appartment (it's a magic word, there must be a way to do that and if there is not, well, Percy created a spell).

They go there and they search for it and they found instructions to how to find the book with all that stuff. So they go to wild adventures to find it because it somewhere in this planet. Maybe the have a time limit or something like after x time has past, Fred is trapped in the limbo for ever.

But the main idea is them getting along from al the adventures and stuff and use dark magic to fight things in there way. They bond, Fred's spirit remembers thing from time to time and they have a great time. With a lot of against for sure.

I think that is all of the idea that I have of this AU, but if I ever write a fanfic it maybe be in my native language because my English is not that good to make it descent.

[spookyautumnvibes]

Birthday part one

Today it's your birthday but none of your friends knew about it. You never told them because you didn't want them to know. You didn't like your birthday.  Your parents weren't home on your birthdays when you were little. Sometimes, when they spent your birthday with you, your mother would get drunk and start scolding you for ruining her career. And your father just distanced himself from it all. He loved you, but he didn't want to show it in front of your mother. Your birthday ended in dissaster. You spent the rest of the evening crying in bed until you fell asleep from exhaustion. You enjoyed that your parents forgot about your birthday. And so today you wanted nothing more than to be like any other normal day.

You went down to the common room. Draco, Blaise and Pansy were already sitting at your favorite table, waiting for you.  Together you went to the Great Hall. There, both Theodore and Mattheo were sitting at the Slytherin table. When Mattheo saw you walking towards them, he smiled brightly. You felt butterflies in your belly. 

"Good morning, my love," he greets you when you sit down next to him and kissed you.

Today they serving pancakes for breakfast. Your favorite food. You're glad for that. You have at least a little feeling that you will celebrate your birthday discreetly.

After breakfast, you head out for the first lesson of the day - Caring for Magical Creatures, which you have together with the Gryffindor students. Hagrid takes you to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where groups of hypogryphs are waiting for you. Draco stiffens at the sight of them and involuntarily twitches the hand they once injured. You can't stop chuckling when you noticed it. Draco throws you a deadly look, but you just shrug your shoulders and continue to focus on Hagrid and the hypogriffs. Hagrid helps you say hello to one of the hypogriffs. If they let you fly on it’s back, that would be amazing.

Then came Potions. Professor Snape was particularly nice. He had only hit Potter and Weasley in the head with a textbook only seven times. Which was a record. You, on the other hand, were rewarded with 13 points for a perfectly mastered anti-paralyzing potion.

Other subjects were also carried out peacefuly and quietly. It was only in defense against the Dark Arts that Potter had a fight with Umbridge again. Even though you didn't exactly love Potter, you shared his spite towards this pink bitch.

After lunch, the Weasley’s twins tried to convince you to make a prank with them on Umbridge. Which, to be honest, didn't take them much effort, because you agreed right away. Unfortunately, McGonagal caught you before and gave you three days of detencion, starting by tomorrow. Which was so strange that you wondered if she knew it was your birthday. But no one else mentioned it, so it quickly slipped out of your mind. Instead, you headed to the library to meet with Hermione. You became friends with Hermione last year when she fell out with both Potter and Weasley for a long time, and you both needed a study partner. And despite all the hassle with Weasley and clear distrust from Potter, your friendship endured it. In the library, Hermione told you with a beaming face about a new book she had managed to find in the library.

You spent the rest of the day with Hermione in the library. You were reading in your favorite spot with window from which was beautiful view at the lake. You enjoyed the silence of the library until you were interrupted by a gentle grip on your shoulder, accompanied by smell of your favorite cologne. Looking away, you met Mattheo's gaze. 

“You should hurry up if you want to make it to the dinner.”

“Is it really that late?” Mattheo laughs. 

“No, I came for you in time. I can't let you miss dinner when the elves are trying so hard with your favorite food.” You look at him with disbelief in your eyes.

“How do you know what elves are preparing for dinner?”

“What do I know? I don't know what's on their minds. I never asked them.”

“I don't really understand how we can treat them like that” Hermione said 

“Not today, Hermione, please.” Mattheo growls at her as you head into the great hall. But Hermione didn't let herself be beaten that easily and told you all the way about her organization. Mattheo puts his arm around your shoulders. 

“I really don't understand how you can be friends with this Gryffindor” He whispers in your ear.

“She’s funny one.”

“Seriously?” Mattheo looked at you in surprise

“Don’t look like that. She’s really funny. Occasionally annoying and too study-oriented, but funny.”

“Okay, honey. Whatever makes you happy,” He said with a smile. You frown playfully at him. Mattheo just smiles crookedly.

The elves really outdid themselves with the dinner. It was delicious. And the dessert in the form of vanilla ice cream with hot rasberries was the perfect ending.

In your room, you stretched blissfully in bed. It was a tough day, yet at the same time really nice one. You've never enjoyed your birthday so much before.

“Don't you want something else from the kitchen?” asked Pansy, with who you shared a room.

“No, I'm completely full,” You answered truthfully. Pansy then left you alone. You enjoyed the silence of the room.

Then the door opened cautiously.

“Can I come in, love?”

“Sure, Mattheo” You got out of bed.

“How you enjoyed the day,” He asked you. You paused for a moment. He was looking at you, getting nervous with each passing second.

“It was the best day in a very long time...” You answered him eventually. He laughed lightly.

“How did you do it?” You asked him, because you already knew what he had done.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Mattheo, come on. What is the probability that in one day, let alone on my birthday, so many things will come together that will make me happy." Mattheo approaches you and puts his arm around your waist.

“I just wanted you to enjoy the day. I know you don't like your birthday. And I understand why. Yes, really, but you're safe here. With me. And I love you and I want you to enjoy your day. It's not just for you. It's for me too. I have no idea what I would have done if I hadn't met you. But that life would have no meaning.”

“Mattheo, you're talking nonsense.”

“Look at me, please,” He challenged you gently. You listened to him. There's so much love in his eyes, you can't even comprehend it.

“I love you. You're my whole world. And I wish you'd appreciate yourself more. You know, you can look forward to your birthday. Because even if you don't want to celebrate it big, there are people who love you and won't forget you. Me, Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Theodor. Even Hermione and the twins...”

You lowered your gaze to the ground, but Mattheo gently pressed your chin to look into his eyes again.

“Your parents were wrong not to appreciate you. But please allow yourself to forgive them and let it be in the past. I am your present and your future. And I will celebrate you every day because you gave me a purpose in life.”

Tears started streaming down your cheeks. You knew he loved you and you loved him. But that he loved you so much... You didn't want to prove anything to anyone anymore. Especially to your parents when they hadn't sent you a letter all year.

“Okay, Mattheo, I'll try.”

Mattheo leaned over and kissed you.

“I have one more present for you,” He pulled a small green and black box out of his robe pocket.

“Open it,” He invited you. Inside the box you found a delicate silver chain with an emerald.

“Wow, Mattheo, it's beautiful. Thank you.”

“Everything for my princess.”

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August 8- George & Harry

Summary: After a year together, George is sure Harry's going to leave him. He can't let that happen. Prompts: The Dark Lake, Devil’s Snare Rating: M CW: Dark!George, Abduction, Rape/Non-con, Somnophilia, Horror WC: 958 Thanks @lumosatnight​ for the ideas! I, of course, went with the wildest idea of all 

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